The Premonition I’ll Never Forget
The Premonition I’ll Never Forget
It was a glorious late summer Sunday and my then-husband and were headed home from a day at the beach, Gunnison beach, in New Jersey, just outside of New York City. We were walking up the long, narrow wooden boardwalk towards the immense parking lot that lay across the street from the beach, he in front, pulling our fully loaded beach cart behind him, me, trailing along behind, gazing at the tall beach grasses, the clouds in the sky, and those… what were those things? They were glowing!
I had halted at the point where the boardwalk met the asphalt.
“What’s that?” I asked my husband, pointing to the skyline.
“What’s what?” he’d replied, sounding irritated, as you might if you had been hauling a fully loaded beach cart uphill and someone was pestering you with a seemingly random question.
“That,” I replied as I pointed to what was so blatantly obvious to me.
“What are you talking about?” he replied, sounding somewhat more irritated. “It’s New York. It’s always there.”
“No!” I insisted, the two tall glowing things.”
“Glowing?” he replied, his tone had changed slightly… he seemed more curious.
“Glowing,” I repeated, “Those two really tall skinny buildings.”
“Oh,” he replied, his voice neutral, “That’s the Twin Towers. They’re always there. You’ve seen them before.”
Well, no, actually, I hadn’t noticed them before. They’d never caught my eye before. I was usually focused on oncoming traffic. But they were glowing at the moment and kind of hard to miss… except my husband didn’t see the glow at all.
We were at a nothing-to-see-here point, so we packed the car and headed home.
I was restless that night and unable to sleep. My husband’s gentle snoring wasn’t helping. So, I trotted off to the guest room and settled in… but sleep was not finding me there either. So, I went down to the “workroom” where I saw clients who came to see me for a variety of reasons, card readings or hands-on-healing, or just plain counselling. I found what I thought would be a restful, soothing remedy from a company called Aura Soma. It was called — if I’m remembering correctly — The Christ. I’ve always been a Jesus fan, so I opened up the bottle and applied some of the liquid on my temples — to soothe my brain — and over my heart. Then I sleepily trotted back upstairs and climbed back into the guest room bed.
Moments after I lay down, I saw what I can only call “a vision.” It lay, spread out in front of me, in the air, thousands and thousands of exceedingly tiny and very brilliant white lights in the shape of the United States… and then (and I am experiencing goose pimples as I think about what I am about to type) there were three sort-of ‘explosions’, one on the east coast, the others farther inland. What the hell? And with that I fell dead asleep.
The following morning, as I was speaking to a client on the phone, she interrupted our conversation by interjecting “You need to get to a television fast… just turn it on.” Before I could even ask anything, she’d hung up.
Well, there was already a television on, upstairs. My husband always started his day with the news. When I arrived at the screen, I saw a man’s face taking up most of it.
“Who is that man?” I asked.
“That’s your president,” my husband responded in a “for-heaven’s-sake” kind of tone. As if I should have known. Not a news watcher, I.
“Well,” I responded, “What’s going on?”
My husband then explained to me that the Twin Towers had been demolished in an attack on our country.
I was gob-smacked.
“You mean the ones…”
“Yeah,” he said… “the ones that were glowing.”
Before I even knew what I was saying, I blurted out, “There’s going to be two more.”
(I have goose pimples just typing this out.)
“There’s going to be two more.” I repeated.
…and, of course, there were.
To this day the events of that day still brings tears to my eyes. I suspect it always will. It is etched forever in my brain and in my heart.